Chapter 65
I felt so guilty. My personal issues had almost dragged a good doctor into unnecessary drama. If Jeremy got caught up in this. I would never forgive myself.
Once Jeremy left, it was just the three of us–Martha, Juno, and Dexter–sitting there. The atmosphere was painfully awkward, and I had no interest in talking to him.
Dexter tried to say something, but he was interrupted by a colleague. It turned out his company was having a team lunch, and it just so happened they were in the same pizza restaurant.
I saw my chance and quickly led Martha and Juno out. I couldn’t stay there for another second–I felt like I could barely breathe
Back at home. Dexter called again. This time, his tone was completely different from the one he’d had in the restaurant. He was practically begging me. “Sylvia, let’s talk.”
“What’s there to talk about?” I asked.
I know I was wrong about a lot of things.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I swallowed the urge to mock him and asked coldly. “What exactly are you referring to?”
“Do we really need to go over this? In a marriage, there’s no such thing as a clean break. You know better than anyone what I mean, right?” Dexter’s voice was heavy with sincerity. “I admit, I’ve made mistakes.”
“So, you’re admitting that you pushed me down the ravine?”
“Stop it. Sylvia. I have an alibi for that day. How long are you going to keep pretending that you’re the one with mental problems?”
A surge of anger nearly made me lose control. Just as I was about to lash out, I felt the button in my pocket. I took it out, looked at it for a moment, and slowly calmed down.
“Dexter, I don’t have any mental issues. You’re the one with problems,” I said, enunciating each word carefully. “You had the affair first, lied to me, and even tried to kill me. Do you think I’ll ever forgive you! I won’t
“Sylvia__”
“Don’t call me that anymore. It makes me sick,” I snapped, hanging up and blocking his number. I refused to believe he could get another 70 or 80 numbers just to harass me.
I carefully put the button away and went back to my divorce preparations. I met with my lawyer, filed the paperwork with the court, and everything was set. At the same time, I received an email with details about Dexter’s son.
I hesitated for a moment before opening the email. After what felt like an eternity. I finally clicked it open–and what I saw lefi me stunned.
Alton Cook, ten years old, was Dexter’s illegitimate son, the first one. His birth certificate listed his mother as Leah. I thought, “So, Leah isn’t Rhea they’ve mentioned before–this is someone else‘
For some reason, I felt a strange mixture of disappointment and relict.
If Juno’s teacher was one of Dexter’s mistresses and had been so close to me for all this time, even interacting with my son, I shuddered to think of how many chances I had unknowingly given her to manipulate me
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I wondered, Leah who is the really?
The email also included a photo of a woman holding a newborn Alton, both smiling happily next to Dexter.
Suddenly, I remembered the photo I had received earlier. Aside from the child’s age, everything else was almost identical.
Ten years. That was how long Dexter and I had known each other. All this time, my memories were intertwined with Alton and Leah’s presence, and what was laughable was that I had never known. I had always thought I was living a happy life.
I laughed. And as I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t control it. Slowly, I sank to the floor, hugging myself tightly
I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong, why fate was punishing me like this… In that moment. I hated Dexter with every fiber of my being.
A few days later, the court’s summons arrived at Dexter’s office. I intentionally used his work address and contact details. knowing this would publicly humiliate him.
Acexpected, it wasn’t long before he called me again. This time, he used the office landline.
“Sylvia, so you really want to go to war with me, huh?” he spat through clenched teeth.
